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Standard (EADGBE)

 I ask you nicely

 Get my face slapped under wraps

 What's going on precisely

 Is there something wrong perhaps?

 Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)

  It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize

 Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle

 You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life

 Fat cats and army brats

 Hep cats in dog tag pawing over girly mags

Chorus

 Pretty words don't mean much anymore

 I don't mean to be mean much anymore

 All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots

(1) mug shots, machine slots

(2) machine slots, mug shots

'Till you don't know what's what

 You don't know what you got

 Curious women running after curious men

 Curiosity didn't kill the cat

 It was a poisoned pen

 But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)

 Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice

 Got back to London

 Picked a paper from the man

 No words of consolation

 Just cartoons and titter tatter

 Well well, fancy that

 Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat

 No backbone, blood and guts

 Better keep your big mouth shut

(Chorus)

 You don't know what you got . . . .